Visiting Mr Elvis
One of the best parts of my NC visit was getting to visit my former horse bff, Elvis. When I first got the news that he would be retiring back to my friend’s farm, I immediately scheduled some time to go visit when I was home for the holidays. Armed with a bag of carrots, an apple and a big lump in my throat, I walked out to the pasture where my friend told me that he’d be in. It’d…